Weightier Matters

I've always been rather curious about what exactly other religious groups believe. One group that I've been particularly curious about is LDS Church. If you're like me, I offer you Weightier Matters, a blog written by a fellow law student devoted to educating us on his faith as a Mormon. It is really, really neat to get a look at the similarities and differences among our faiths. The link is conveniently located on my sidebar. Enjoy and learn!

Who Is that Baby in the Mirror?

No Mean Feat

Ok, this person officially makes me look like a champion of time management.

How to Make Tasty Waffles

This is roughly the process I follow.

"Mr. Counseller, if we were to implement your answer, it would be the end of the civil justice system as we know it."

In a rather fantastic example of a judicial punt, today, a Florida judge awarded custody over Anna Nicole Smith's remains to her five-month-old daughter. And cried about it.

You know I've tried really hard to stay out of this, but good grief. That's all. Good grief.

Also

I would have it known that this was actually one of the better sentences in the paper. It was given a B+ but reduced to a B because of grammar errors.

I would have given it a C-. I would say D, but it's not quite that bad.

Future Dr.

There is one professor in particular whose students I dread getting because he writes absolutely incomprehensible comments on perfectly good sentences while ignoring blatant errors. Part of the problem is that he is not a native English speaker. Most of the problem, however, is that he's just a space cadet.

One of his students brought me a paper tonight. One of the less effective things that this particular professor does is to force the students to write in groups. Often this leads to one student writing most or all of a paper. This happened in the paper I read and marked tonight.

Let's call the kid that wrote this particular paper Jimmy Olson. Now, this paper had a LOT wrong with it. Subject-verb agreement, over-dramatic language, and it had already mentioned two of the paper's "co-authors" as authorities to support the thesis without introducing them. It wasn't until I saw my student's name appear as an authority that I realized what was going on and upped my level of concern a couple of notches.

Little did I know that Jimmy himself was to make a cameo several paragraphs down.

"'Sugar, fat and cholestoral insuch quantities only ensure obesity, early cholesterol and thyroid problems, ' says future Dr. Jimmy Olson."

I thought, "Surely not. No, he wouldn't...."

Quickly I scrolled back up to the top of the document, and there it was: Jimmy's name blaring out at me on the top line in the list of author names.

The pre-med child thinks he's going to be a doctor. No. I'm sorry. A Dr.

The professor had not marked this little editorial freedom either.

By this time, I was so frustrated in the paper that my comments had devolved into snideness. Therefore, my comment was couched thusly: [With writing like this, I wouldn’t count on it. Besides, he’s a freshmen. How many freshmen pre-meds even become doctors? If he ABSOLUTELY HAS to qualify himself as something, he should qualify himself as freshmen pre-medical student. Student's Name, please don’t let him write your papers anymore. Please.]

More M&M Fun

This makes me laugh everytime I see it.

By the way, how's the bar and PC going, folks?

For Ann

Look! You can make an M&M of yourself at Planet M&M's! Wheee! In case you were wondering, this is what I am doing instead of writing actual posts at the moment. Ha!

I'm so far behind on my work....

"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose."-Garrison Keillor

If There's a Problem, Yo, I'll Solve It

I Love My Valentine

There was a delivery of pretty pink, purple, and red flowers. Then, he gave me a box of Bailey's Irish Cream chocolates.

Finally, we had dinner at Hooter's, and it was lovely.

Yes, he totally forgot to make reservations.

More Fun with Cats

Literally

For ignorant douches, click here.

I Feel Special

Sometimes, if an athlete and a tutor care about each other very much, the athlete will put himself on the tutor's calendar when she walks away.

And he'll draw a picture of Scooby Doo too. But not like this one. More drawing-y.

The Best Thing Ever

Ok, do yourself a favor. Go get some of the Peels flavored beer in the blueberry pomegranate flavor. Then, get yourself a box of mixed berry blue jello. MAKE JELLO WITH IT.

This is the absolute best thing I've ever put in my mouth!

RLG, I'm looking at you.

I'm Not Even Going to Say Anything

Just click here.

Cats May Be Evil

But they're also funny as hell.

Soon

I got a text message today from S, a good friend of mine from back home, that her husband will be coming back from his second tour in Iraq a week from Tuesday. I know she'll be so happy to have him back, and we'll all be terribly relieved. He's a Marine, and he's been hit by two roadside bombs in the last month or so. Providentially, he is alright--just ready to be back home.

My other friend, H, has longer to go. Her husband also got hit by a roadside bomb a couple of weeks ago, but he just got there on his second trip as well with the Navy.

Both of these girls have spent more than 75% of their marriages with their menfolk overseas serving our country. I can't even imagine how difficult that must be for all involved, but I am glad that there are men and women willing to serve and others willing to be their support in keeping the homefires burning.

Uncle Bob Feeds Dog Onions

" > 3.I feed Dog-Curley adequately, but he always begs
> for
> more, & cries/hollers/squeels objectionably whenever
> I
> leave home, & he chews plastic, wood, just on
> general
> principles.
> 4.This a.m. he begged & begged while I was peeling &
> slicing half-spoiled raw onions. I told him
> repeatedly that dogs & onions don't go together, but
> he continued begging, -- so I have him a helping of
> half-spoiled onions; He ate it & asked for more!!!
> Repeat x3, until finally he ate only a part of that
> 4th helping!!!. Every gobbling was slower than of
> the
> gobbling s before, -- but it took him a long time to
> learn that SOME foods are just not for dogs to eat."



I hope that dog is not dead.

Note

FYI, I am not mad at she of the 30-mile distant mechanic. B sometimes worries, in her midwestern way, that I might be. Really, I ended up profiting from the deal as I was presented with a bottle of what is pictured above. She might be my new favorite bridesmaid.

I rather love my friends.

Also, B's boyfriend is quite nice, and I was relieved to discover that he was not, in fact, invisible.

When Your Day-Runner Looks Like a Playbook

This week, I have felt like my own personal assistant, and it's been frightening and has bordered on miserable.

With regards to the wedding, I hired a photographer, a florist and a baker, and I also managed to order invitations and save the date cards. Incidentally, when I say that I hired them, we also planned out all the details at the same time. Yep. This is even more impressive than it sounds given that the wedding is 100-ish miles south of here. Since this is only the first week of classes for the quarter, I thought it might be doable to skip the first day of classes for some of this., and I did that. So, on Monday, everything but the invitations got done, and those got done in yet another trip on Friday.

With work, I got seven and a half hours this week that was spread out over probably four students.

The good news is that I dropped a class, and the school refunded me some money (just enough to pay for books, which I'd gone most of the week without.)

The classes themselves shouldn't be a big deal on paper except that they are all pretty dense. One is a five-hour class, another is a four-hour class, and the third is a UCC class. Bleh.

Tuesday and Thursday, I drove a good friend of mine out to her automechanic who just happens to be thirty miles away.

The long and short of it is that it's been a long week that has used up a lot of gas: but it's still better than being in P.C!

Haiku Friday

Giant sippy cup
You only have one handle
I really need two

Law School Welcomes New Beverage Policy

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Everything Has a Price

I watched the Superbowl, and Fiance watched the Puppy Bowl with the Kitty Halftime Show! So exciting! It was seriously three, solid hours of baby puppies and kitties playing in a football-field-shaped room. I watched all of it. I'm a little beside myself. It was way too cute. When a puppy would get tired, a ref would come in and announce a puppy substitution, and switch out puppies. Also, when there was a puppy mess to clean up, the ref would call a personal foul and clean it up. My favorites of the whole thing were the samoyed puppies, pictured here. So cute. They looked like tiny polar bears with floppy ears. If Animal Planet replays, I suggest recording it for those times when you just need to see something to feel warm and fuzzy over

Now That Finals are Over

I'm afraid things are going to start getting very irresponsible after the Puppy Bowl (with Kitten Half-Time Show) on Animal Planet. I will be officially the last person to play Final Fantasy XII. Better late than never.

Seriously, Larkin?

I'm thinking that I like it, though; be warned, this video contains an inappropriate puppet.

You Know Your Law School Life is Pathetic When...

I found a discussion of this title on Facebook. Frighteningly enough, when you're up and checking out MySpace at two in the morning the night before your federal income taxation final, you really do experience envy for the situations described below.

You know your law school life is pathetic when:

"you are jealous of a girl from your high school who you found out is posing in lingerie for Hustler magazine. She doesn't need the money - so she must be doing it because she likes it. So she is happy doing something that requires a lot of courage that is defying traditonal notion of propriety.
Hmmm...so, what am I doing in law school?"

"... you're jealous of your friend that got pregnant and is marrying her boyfriend to hide the illegitimate accident from others (like that works anyway) Do I want to be pregnant, crying and scared and have my world as I know it turned upside down because of a baby...'no'.... Yet, somehow, law school life is so pathetic, that I'm jealous... Of course, I'm hapy for her b/c she's one of my closest friends, and though I wouldn't really trade where I am now for her situation, the idea of marriage and a new baby still makes me a little 'green' .."

My personal addition is jealousy of the girl I went to high school with who said this: "'myspace... it's how i met your father...' join me for a closer look into the adventures of myspace dating." And, for her, I think it's true.

Congratulations, Grads!

Question of the Day

Are there bathrooms in heaven? If so, are the toilet seats warm?